DVDs In My Closet
22 Feb 2011 9 Comments
in Movies, Personal Tags: ang tbird at ako, filipina, imagine me and you, lesbian, Movies, philippines, water lilies
by Geraldine Touer
Remember the days when the word torrent used to refer to flood water? How about the time pirated dvd vendors where so important to our lives that the band Sandwich just had to do a tribute song? Two years ago, before I learned about seeding and leeching movies, (entire TV show seasons even!), all hope I had of ever watching a lesbian flick in full was if some blessed being uploads the entire thing on Youtube. After buffering all ten parts (if the site has not yet taken down the account of the uploader), I had to redo the process if I wanted to watch the movie again. Two years ago, being a flaming homosexual movie buff was a painstaking task. That was why, what few DVDs I have, I find hard to let go.
The Fair, the Flying Fiesta and the Future
20 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment
in Personal, Uncategorized Tags: UP Fair
by Geraldine Touer
Though shalt not judge a fair night by its title. Yesterday, two of my friends and I went to the last night of the University of the Philippines Fair 2011, lamely entitled inFAIRno. It was the second year for me to come and the first for one of my friends who was from UP Manila. I had more fun this time. The three of us actually planned to go karaoke if we found the fair boring but we stayed until 2:30 in the morning!
Rebirth
14 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment
in Personal Tags: atheist, dreams, lesbian, writing
by Geraldine Touer
I still remember my first notion of death. I was not of schooling age yet, and was under the care of a yaya who had a huge mole on her forehead like a living and growing Indian bindi. I was watching Katok Mga Misis, the defunct talk show hosted by Arnel Ignacio and Ali Sotto, when I had this alien thought of my heart suddenly stopping. Without anyone telling me what would happen afterwards, I knew it to be the so called death. I ran to my yaya, I found her inside the bathroom washing clothes, and it was only then that I realized I had been crying. Not having experienced life that much yet, I was already afraid to die. I was scared of the ceasing of my existence, the infinite nothing that would come. True enough, my yaya told me the easiest thing to say to appease a three-year old grieving for her own death: she told me that I would not die. I believed her right away. Since then, I always thought that death was inevitable, yet it was something remote. Dying was something that could happen to anyone, yet in my mind, I was exempted. I have never left my house before, thinking that I might not come back. Death will come knocking on my door, but only when I’m a hundred years old, on my deathbed, surrounded by my loved ones, not when I was barely of schooling age; certainly not when I have not yet achieved my dreams.
What is Serendipity?: Jane Austen, Fingersmith and the story of my de-shelving
25 Nov 2008 10 Comments
in Personal Tags: closeted lesbian, de-shelved, Fingersmith, lesbian literature, the Jane Austen Book Club
by Geri
Note: This is not a So You Don’t Have To article. This is about my love and hate relationship with finding les-curious novels in our dear Motherland (charot!). GP
If you have no idea what de-shelved means, read my former post Of Lesbians in closets and lesbians on shelves.
This room is mine, not my younger sister's. You just saw a piece of me and I just outed myself as a Miley Cyrus fan.
What is Serendipity? Serendipity is giving a used books corner in a garage sale one more chance after raiding the entire thing for six times without the success of finding a novel that will suit your taste. You try the corner most shelf, you found nothing on it that you might like, so what do you do? You push that fated shelf a little bit, a book might have fallen behind, used books in garage sales are like that. You see it, you pin your longer arm behind the shelf to reach it. After perspiring alot and meriting curious stares from the people around you, you finally reach that book, and find out that it’s a novel with a lesbian character. You pay for that book for thirty-five pesos and walk out of the garage sale gloating to fate and feeling like a winner.
